I did not know what, but instinctively I feared Sally.

I feared her because I loved her.

My wits came back to combat my passion.

This hazel-eyed girl, soft, fragile creature, might be harder to move than the Ranger.

But could she divine a motive scarcely yet formed in my brain?
Suddenly I became cool, with craft to conceal.
"Oh, Russ! What's the matter with you ?" she queried quickly.